Sorry this is so short, but I couldn't think of a way to lengthen it. Anyways, enjoy ^^

Disclaimer; I do not own Wolf's Rain or Bex.

Shauna felt even more miserable than she had before.

Not only had she gone and upset her best friend, but she feared that their very friendship could possibly be at stake. She wanted to apologize, but decided to let her cool off first before she did so, to avoid risking any further arguments, which, with Shauna, was very possible.

She sighed heavily and frowned, biting her lip. She felt so awful, thinking back about everything Bex had said, which, as she replayed it in her head, she confirmed to be true.

She had been considerably selfish lately, so wrapped up in her own world and her own problems that she had forgotten about everyone else's. She was disgusted at herself; when did she become someone so low, self-centred? She felt a harsh pang of guilt in her chest when she thought about it. God, she felt like the worst friend alive right now.

The wind picked up and she glanced outside, frowning. She should get home, otherwise being stuck in that weather would get her seriously ill. Standing up, she left and headed up the path to her house, yawning. It was steadily getting much colder now and her teeth began to chatter, something which annoyed the hell out of her. She walked inside and kicked off her boots, shivering with the cold.

She turned on the TV, but couldn't find herself to watch it. She frowned slightly, biting her thumbnail as she thought about her argument with Bex. The two of them had never argued much, unless it was a lighthearted joke that went a bit too far, but nothing like this. Shauna felt as if she had really caused her friend a lot of hurt, and she felt awful about it. Especially when Bex had been there for everything she had gone through lately; including the death of her parents. She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair, she felt like a massive screw up right now.

Turning on her phone, her chest tightened at the lock screen. The picture she treasured, the only thing she had left to remember the better days. She frowned, that was long gone now... And now, thanks to her stupidity, she was really on her own. Looking up, her eyes landed on the photo frame of her and her family, tears welling up.

"I fucked up..."

The night dragged on, as cold as ice, and as dark as coal. Almost like a typical horror movie, the rain poured down without any mercy and lightening flashed in the clouded skies. It was one of those nights that you just know something would be going wrong. And that's exactly what made Shauna so paranoid.

For some reason that night, she couldn't sleep at all. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was wasn't alone. And not in the comforting sense; no, this felt straight up creepy, as if someone broke into her house. When she curled up, she got chills up her spine and she got the sensation that somebody was watching her. She didn't want to turn around, the many thoughts of something lurking over her bed made her so sick she wanted to get sick on the spot. She never felt so threatened, but the fact that the weather was so bad didn't help her either. Biting her lip, she shakily sat up, her eyes darting around in the darkness. Nothing. Maybe she was imagining things?

Bang.

Shauna almost jumped out of her skin, her eyes springing wide in shock. Something moved downstairs... Something... someone was downstairs! She started to panic, who the hell would come into her house in the dead of night? Unless...

She started to shake violently. Oh no, not him, please don't let it be him. There's no way he'd come back, right? Tsume promised... Her heart panged with fear; Tsume might have promised, but he's no longer here to keep up that promise. The possibility of it being Rex made Shauna's heart race in pure panic.

Not doing anything was starting to drive her insane. She had to go down and check, if she didn't, she'd feel like a fool to sit and wait for an attack. Granted, it wasn't great to go looking for an attack either, but still. Go hard or go home.

Hesitantly, she crept down the stairs, hands gripping her necklace for some sort of support. She couldn't see much, but her heart almost stopped when lightening flashed and the door opened, someone leaving in a hurry. She trembled, almost fainting then and there, but she kept it together, despite how lightheaded she suddenly felt. So, she was right.

It was him.

The next day was slow and boring for the werewolves. It should of been just a typical, relaxing day, but for some reason, Tsume was very on edge. He was twitchy and jumped at everything, his eyes flashed from time to time. Nobody understood what was wrong with him, they couldn't feel anything, so they just assumed he was having a bad day. Nobody dared look at him wrong, for he was snarling at the slightest thing, his glare sharp enough to cut through iron.

Currently, he leaned against a wall, his nails tapping along his arm in irritation. At what, even he didn't know. He closed his eyes, but then opened them soon after when someone stood beside him. His golden eyes turned to meet two sea blue ones that held a piercing gaze. He frowned slightly, "Kiba, what is it? I can tell you're not just here for a friendly chat." He sneered.

The brown haired male, seemingly named Kiba, nodded, "I found something you might be interested in," He took out his phone, "One of my contacts just sent me this." He held up a photo of someone, "That town you mentioned you were in. You said that you left behind a few people," He left out the part that what the grey werewolf had said was that he left behind a girl and two idiots, but who had the time to say that, "It looks like he didn't give up."

Tsume's eyes studied the photo before his blood ran cold and a vicious snarl sounded from his throat, his teeth growing sharper in rage. His glowing eyes narrowed and his fists clenched at his sides. He glanced back at Kiba with a furious snarl.

"I'm going to kill him."